On the 10th, mom let me know that he was in the hospital because he lost the ability to swallow. He was on IV fluids and had a feeding tube while he decided what he wanted to do~depending on whether or not he'd regain function of his throat. He decided to have the tube removed. The doctors gave him morphine, and he passed peacefully in his sleep this morning.
Grandpa was awesome. He always had a ton of candy in the china hutch, and would (very sneakily) get requests and bring home what we wanted from the store without consulting any parents :-) One summer he asked me if I liked crab. I said yes, of course. He brought home 2 pounds of it, set it down in front of me at the table, and patted my head.
He was also an amazing chef. I can't even just call him a cook, he was so talented. I learned a lot from him. He wouldn't tell you how to make anything though; you had to be in the kitchen with him and help and observe.
We're leaving once Zach gets home from work Saturday afternoon. He only gets 3 days off for bereavement, and the funeral isn't until Monday. So we're driving through the night and sleeping most of the day Sunday before the visitation. Then heading back home Tuesday, then off to New Orleans for Christmas on Friday.
I'm just SO done with this year. Illness, surgery, life-changing medical issues, family deaths...it's been a really rough year.